“Jesus,” he said, frowning. “That’s the sickest thing I ever heard of.” He laughed bitterly. “But who the fuck am I to be talking? Didn’t I do the same goddamned thing to you? Only, where they fizzled out, I made it. Christ, maybe I ought to go back to the prison farm and give myself up!”
Debbie shook her head. “No! It wasn’t the same thing at all! I felt like an animal when they were touching me and using me, and it was just awful to be so helpless? and when I ran into you I thought, Oh, God, it’s: happening again!”
She put her arm around him and let her head come to rest on his shoulder. “But where it counted, it was all different. You hurt me, a little-well, more than a little-when you put your cock in me. It felt like I was having a tooth pulled, without anesthetic. Isn’t that weird? I don’t have any teeth down there. In my pussy. But it felt like I did, and like you were yanking them out by the roots with a pair of rusty pliers.” She shivered delicately, remembering the pain.
“And you could tell you were hurting me. I could see it in your eyes when you looked at me. You were sorry. You wanted to stop, but you couldn’t, because your need was too great. And so was mine. Once you were inside me-really inside me-I knew that it could never hurt enough to spoil the joy and the pleasure and the sweetness. I was bleeding where you’d busted me, but that didn’t matter, because the insides of my pussy were full of hot juices. They were like salve on my hurt. And there you were, oh God, with that big beautiful cock of yours thrust up me, and I knew that I had to keep you there. I wanted you to keep thrusting, to spread me and make me even hotter and juicier inside. And if I was crying well, it was because for the first time in. my life I knew how it felt to be a person. A whole person. Does that sound silly?”
“No, it doesn’t sound silly.” "I'm glad. Oh, what is your name? You still haven’t told me!”
“Sam. Sam Ely.”
She tested the syllables, found them ineffably sweet on her lips. “Oh, God,” she murmured, “tomorrow I’ll have to be ugly again, but maybe now I can live with it a little easier.”
He cupped her chin, turned her face up. “Ugly?” he said. “Where do you get off with ugly?”
She grimaced. “Look at me, for God’s sake! I know you needed a woman, after all that time locked up in prison, and I know that any woman would have been okay.
Even a pig like me. That’s what Holly and Lisa called me. A pig. I guess they’re right… ”
“Don’t put yourself down!” Sam blurted. “There’s not a goddamned thing wrong with you, Debbie Marshall, and if you don’t know that, you need your ass spanked.”
She flushed. “Well, just look at me,” she said. "I'm not exactly Miss America-”
“Screw Miss America! We’re talking about you.”
“I’m too fat,” she argued, “and my breasts are too big, and-”
“You’re not fat. You weigh what, about a hundred and twenty? Well, on you it looks good.” He pinched off a little roll of flesh just above her hipbones.
“This,” he went on, “is baby fat. Bend over and touch your toes twenty times a night for the next month or so and you won’t even have it.” He slid his hand across the freckle4 curves of her ass. “Soft,” he said. “Soft and cushiony. You can’t imagine how sweet it is to squeeze your ass while I’m flicking you. What do you want to be slab-sided? I’m surprised you’re not black-and-blue from having your cute butt pinched every time you turn around. Just-” he pinched her naughtily-” like that!”
Debbie squealed with glee and she rubbed her chest against him. Where had her bra gone? He noticed her tits when they touched him, and one of his hands came up to fondle them. “And these are too big?” he asked. “Unless I’ve totally lost my sense of feeling, I’d say-mmmm, 38-C. Well! Guess I still have some of the knack. Women are all alike. The ones with little breasts all want to be 1)-cups, and the stacked ladies wish they were all junior petites with little round apples on their chests. I’d just like to say this-” He thrust his face into Debbie’s cleavage and squeezed her bare tits together on his cheeks. She could feel him breathing, his lips pressed against her skin, and steamy moisture oozed from his mouth, causing her flesh to tingle, her fits to swell and harden, the nipples to spring up. hard and hot.
Sam pulled back, but not to disengage. He started sucking her nipples, each ‘in turn, his mouth shooting back and forth from one fit to the other. He used his lips and tongue and teeth, and the ends of Debbie’s boobs quivered in delighted response. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her, like a mother with a nursing baby.
She’d always been embarrassed about her breasts. They started to ‘blossom when she was only eleven; by seventh grade she was nearly as big-breasted as she was today, and fat in the bargain, with braces on her teeth. The’ kids at school had nicknamed her “Boobs”, and it was horrible to walk down the hail with her unwanted, overlarge fits bouncing away, even cupped in the adult sized bra she had to wear at twelve and a half. The memory still made Debbie cringe, and she tried to explain it to Sam. His only answer was to suck a little harder. “Maybe I was just too sensitive,” Debbie sighed. “Oh, God, don’t stop now!”
He lifted his face. “Whatever you say, Boobs.”
She drew back her hand to hit him, but a fit of laughter struck Debbie and instead of punching him, she threw her arms around Sam and hugged him tightly.
Her fits squashed against his chest and the nipples were alive with excitement.
Debbie reached low, down his back, and her fingers played across the cheeks of his ass. Slab-sided. Yes, that was a good description of Sam. He ‘had a flat hard ass, the kind of ass all men should have. And hers? Well, she’d always thought it a fat one, but he didn’t seem to think so, and obviously he knew a lot more about asses than she did. If he liked it-oh, God, she could tell he liked it, the way his fingers suddenly staked out a claim on her buttocks-that ought to be enough satisfaction for Debbie.
Yesterday, she thought, I felt like a lethal combination of Laverne, Shirley, and Rhoda’s sister. Today-oh, wow, today I think I feel like Farrah Fawcett-Majors. Tomorrow? Who knows?
Maybe The Bionic Woman! She plastered herself to his body and there was a hungry itch in her cunt and a leaky flow of wetness from her sliced, well-fucked pussy. “I think I’m ready to go around one more time,” she hinted breathily, licking his ear.
He squeezed her waist, kissed her, then let his tongue slosh back and forth across her mouth. “1 don’t doubt. it,” he said, “but before I can get my cock hard again, I need some breakfast. After all, I was still asleep when you came knocking at the door. Let’s go move to the kitchen and see if we can rustle up some grub.”
There were “a few dozen cans of food in the kitchen, but nothing to cook on.
The gas stove needed a tank of propane which the cabin’s owner probably brought in with him on his hunting trips. Sam settled on pork and beans-a big can, enough for two-despite Debbie’s argument that pork and beans was an uncivilized meal to start off the day.
There was no running water in the cabin, but he’d carried in a large tub of water from the springhouse in the back yard, so he filled a kettle for morning tea, as well. Morning? Debbie peeked out the window, guessed that it must be a little past noon at the earliest. Maybe one or two o’clock, but she hadn’t eaten breakfast either and she wasn’t complaining.
Sam threw extra wood onto the fire and put the pork and beans cooking in a pan hung from a small iron hook in the fireplace, the teakettle boiling as it dangled from another hook. “Shouldn’t take too long,” he said. “You want to put your clothes back on?”
Debbie shook her head. This was the first time she’d ever been naked with another person, and she no longer felt ashamed of her body or herself or her personality. Somehow, she was positive slipping into her clothes would make her become the old Debbie once more, the Debbie she didn’t want to return to.
Instead, she sat down on the floor with her legs spread before her and began to do setups. “Might as well start working off that baby fat right now,” she smiled. “Since you don’t seem interested in helping me get any other kind of workout.”
Sam leaned against the mantle4s she moved up and down she stole peeks at the crotch of his shorts. There was no magical bulge in them, but she could see the outline of his limp penis and she knew that he had already given it to her twice, beautifully. Before she left, she’d have him again. Oh, God, she would!! “Pretty good,” he told her, squatting beside Debbie. As she panted with her exercise he started to slide a fingertip up and down her backbone, slipping by degrees into the flaring split of her buttocks. “Oooohhhh!!“ she squealed, jerking upright, turning to face him with redness blooming in her cheeks.
“Freckles turn me on,” he said, kissing a few hundred of the larger ones on her face. She warmed at the touch of his lips and she put her arm around his neck.
Sam eased in closer, cupped one of the tits he’d helped convince her were beautiful, and he pinched at that tit’s stiff jutting nipple. Debbie moaned in a low voice, and then he was easing her onto her back and she stretched willingly on the floor, one fist thumping up and down, her heels afire, eager to lock themselves around his body once again.
He slid his hand into her crotch and stroked the moistening lips of her twat.
Debbie snapped her thighs shut. “Yes, do it,” she purred, “fuck me again.” He petted her snatch, fingers toying with her tight but lusciously willing labia, and she moaned again as two fingers sank into the cunt that had, not so many hours ago, been unbearably tight upon one of her own tiny slender digits. Oh, God, she’d never be that constricted again, and it was wonderful! He thrust deeply, coating his fingers in her musky cum, then extracted them with strength, breaking the lock of her thighs. Debbie opened her eyes, looked up as Sam began to suck his fingers dry of her sweet dew.
“You taste young and sweet and fresh and free,” he said. “But I’d rather drink from the well than from the bucket. Open your legs, baby. Let me eat you.”
Her thighs were spread widely before she knew what she was doing, and his mouth was upon her cunt. Debbie jerked at the first flitting contact of his tongue with her cooze. It was so much different from the feeling of his cock, rubbing up and down her tight tender slit, but it stirred much the same kind of reaction in her belly. She twitched and jerked and her breathing became rapid and anguished, and it was fantastic, delicious, ecstatic, all rolled into one onrush of emotional response.
“Stick your tongue into me,” she commanded, reacting purely from instinct. God, didn’t it stand to reason that if he could make her feel so wicked and happy and sexy using his tongue on the puffy, lust-swollen flanges of her puss, he could do ten times as much thrusting inside, tickling her where she was really ticklish.
“Keep your drawers on,” Sam counseled, and Debbie giggled hysterically.
“I don’t have them on to begin with,” she said. “Or hadn’t you noticed, sir?”
“I noticed,” he growled. “Believe me, I’ve noticed.” He ‘touched the puffy lips of her cooze, two fingers resting on each of the symmetrical swells, and then he pulled, so that the central section opened and spread and he was looking into the coral slickness of her already-aroused vulva. His tongue dipped in, swept across her exposed cuntal valley, and Debbie felt waves of alternate heat and cold shivering through her body.
She grabbed her tits, squeezed them, hoping to rub herself to a uniform warmth, but he kept licking and the sensation grew within Debbie. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter, and she knew that if she only looked down at where Sam was slurping on her, she’d see a cloud of filmy steam rising from her quim.
What I need, Debbie thought, is a bionic cunt, Oh, Jesus, no! I’d have blown all my transistors a couple of hours ago and I wouldn’t be feeling this, now.
His tongue found her stiff pulsing cit, and pressed against it, and she felt the excitement build to almost unbearable pressure inside her cunt. Her cit throbbed and hammered with each passing swipe of his tongue. and she wondered why her finger, how her finger, had ever been able to satisfy her in the past.
A finger was nothing like a tongue. A man’s tongue. A man’s skilled tongue, eating, licking, slurping. His lips kissing, sucking.
“Aaaaiiieeeee!!” she squalled, bucking up and humping his face with her pussy.
She was flooded with girl-juices. It must be something like the feeling of Lisa’s pussy mounted on her own face early this morning Sam must be thinking the cummy juice as it dribbled from her slice, just the way she’d drunk Lisa’s girl-dew. But it was a lot different here, now. Sam was eating her because he wanted to. She wasn’t sitting on his face, making him perform against his will.
He’d laid her out, spread her legs, thrust his face into her cunt. What he did, he did freely, willingly-and perfectly!!
He opened his mouth; sucked at the entire pulsating swell of her cunt, and if he wasn’t gulping her juices now, he never would. His tongue stole forth, wriggled in the gap of her pussy mouth, then stabbed inside, and she reacted as if she’d been short-circuited by a faulty home appliance. “My Goddddd!!!”
Debbie shouted at the top of her lungs, and she squeezed viciously at her boobs till the nipples lurched up like quivering pink flagpoles. She could even feel her freckles throbbing and burning in the soft flesh on which they were mounted.
He worked his finger into her cooze as well, screwing it in alongside his probing tongue, and Debbie couldn’t lie still. She rocked about, head flopping from side to side, fingers digging into her soft, spongy fits, and she felt the juices bursting from the gates of her cooze, flowing, drenching that mouth and hand as they made rhythmic, pliant love to her twat.
Sam was lying on his side next to Debbie, his head angled into her crotch. She looked toward him as her head rocked about, and she saw that the front of his shorts was no longer quite so inactive as it had been a moment or two ago.
There was a definite bulging inside, and though she’d been a non-virgin for little more than a couple of hours, Debbie knew goddamned well what that bulging indicated. “Oh, wow,” she gurgled, and her hand shot toward him.
Her lover jerked when she grabbed his cock and shorts in one hot fist, but he filled up nicely for her squeezing, eager hand, and in another moment she was pulling down his shorts, giving freedom to his rampant dick. He moved to help her, and the shorts slid down his legs. Now he was bare, the part of him that really mattered right now, and Debbie slid closer, getting at him with both hands.
One wrapped round the heavy, hard stalk of his pecker, the other nested warmly and gave his large, rolling stones a pleasant basket to lie in. She squeezed-too hard, for he moaned through clenched teeth, moaned right into her, pussy so that he vibrated her with his pained response, and she unclasped his nuts almost at once. “Mmm,” be crooned as the pressure relaxed and Debbie understood for the first time a fact she’d obviously have to take into consideration from now on-that you couldn’t be too rough on a man’s testicles.
They were delicate, precious objects; they swung beautifully beneath a stiff, arching dong, and they also produced the sweet-tasting male seed that squirted from a cock to prove the intensity of a man’s lovemaking. She stroked them appreciatively, whispering her apologies, and her hand began to move on his dick.
She stared at the ruby knot of his tool. It was a big knob, surmounting a big tool, and it was unbelievably fat. From the little slit creasing the knob’s tip a watery fluid was oozing, slicking down the smooth-textured flesh of Sam’s cockhead. Debbie touched that fluid with her fingertip, smoothed it onto him, brought a little to her mouth for taste-testing. It didn’t really seem to have much flavor, she decided, but then she remembered the gobs, of cum he’d squirted onto her belly, the, semen she’d sampled from her fingertip, and she looked at his cock again.
What had he told her? “If you were sucking cock for dynamite, you wouldn’t get enough to blow your nose.” Something like that. Well, it had been the first time anything like a cock had ever entered her virginal mouth. She’d been surprised by his attack, frightened by his threats of imminent violence, sobbing and trembling in her fear and surprise. She squeezed, saw more of the colorless fluid leak from his pecker gash. I want to do it, she thought. I want to fill my mouth with his cock and suck it, suck it, suck itttt!! She jerked on his rigid meat and he slid closer. Debbie leaned toward him, her mouth opening automatically, forming an oval ring of acceptance. Her tongue protruded through the ellipsed 0, and she licked at his flesh before she took him inside. He tasted like hot, almost-raw meat, and his precum wasn’t so tasteless and bland now. Mixed with it was a tiny but obvious sampling of the thicker, tangier juices of his semen, the juices that soon would rush like a river into her sucking mouth. She hadn’t the slightest doubt that she could handle it.
And him. Debbie’s lips fluttered and she pulled him inside her mouth, tongue flying up and down his length as he entered her with an ass-wiggling thrust of delight. She’d thought him enormous that first time he flicked her unwilling mouth, and true, he was big, but it was a sweet kind of bigness, and now, when she desperately craved to have his penis buried in her passionate mouth, she found that he was deceptively easy to accommodate. There was room in her mouth for about four inches of cock-that much would fit without’ undue pressure at the back of her throat-but she could take him deeper if she got a good in-suck of breath and willed her jaw muscles to loosen up. She found herself doing that more and more often, and his peter kept stabbing in, in, ever inward, till it seemed as if her throat was as full of him as her mouth had already been. He was floating in the frothy, abundant drool spilling from her salivary glands, and only the nagging ache at her jaw-joints kept her from sucking him to the balls and keeping him there until she got the sweet love offering she sought.
He had stopped his eating in her twat, but Debbie was in no position to be aware. His cock was magnificent and rigid in her mouth, sucking it the greatest challenge of her young life. In many ways, she was more turned on by fellating Sam than she had by fucking him. This was considerably more personal a gift, for it involved the intimate union of her mouth and his cock, and she wanted it to be just right for him. She owed him that much.
But it was exciting for Debbie, too, and her cunt boiled over with simmering girl-juice as she wolfed on his stiff prong. Her tongue couldn’t keep still around him. She licked as he pushed in, pulled out, plunged home again, and she made her tongue glide across the rubbery-smooth knob of Sam’s dong, tracing the ridges of his crown, even trying to fickle his cumslit with the frisky, randy edge of her playful tongue. At the same time, her hand was fight on his balls-not viciously tight, for that had been an accident, but caressingly tight, tight enough to show him that she loved what she was doing, that the loved his cock, loved him as Well.
He petted her cunt with his fingers, keeping her split, but his tongue took a coffee break. No matter. Her creamy cum was thick and milky on the lips of Debbie’s cooze, bubbling out from her feminine hole, and his fingertip puddled in her juices while she gobbled his meat. "Ah, yeah,” he moaned, “I think you know what you’re doing this time." “Nnnnnppphhhh,” she gurgled around his throbbing tool, which translated into English as, approximately, “You bet your fucking ass I do!” and she kept on eating him, sighing regretfully when her need to breathe forced her to slack up a little on his dick.
“Don’t stop now,” Sam told her, and with that he returned to the job he’d begun. His linger slammed up Debbie’s quim, into the undulant network of pussy muscles and simmenng cum, and she felt as if he were pulling her guts out through that tight red-lipped hole between her legs. But she didn’t want him to stop, either, because he knew what he was doing.
How, she wondered, could. Holly and Lisa ever settle for anything so degrading and mechanical as a battery-powered vibrator? She tasted again the raw meat flavor Of Sam’s dick and she knew that nothing, but nothing could ever compare with the real thing. And to think, she’d almost lost her precious cherry to that goddamned battery operated fuck tool in Holly’s nasty hands!
For a fleeting moment her tongue remembered the taste of Lisa’s pussy juice flowing into her mouth, but it was a transitory remembrance and the taste of Sam washed it from her mind. Still, Debbie thought, what would it be like doing this •with another girl? It couldn’t be as much fun, could it? A girl didn’t have eight inches of stiff meat to play with. A girl., a girl would be built on precisely the same lines as Debbie herself. Tits. Pussy. How could you bring two holes together and get satisfaction from it? Didn’t you have to have a hole and something-big and brutal to fill that hole? She didn’t know. she’d only just finished losing her cherry, for Christ’s sake! How was she supposed to know all the, facts that had taken Dr. David Reuben years to sort out and made him a zillion dollars in the process? All she knew was that she had done it with a man, and God, it was like nothing she had ever imagined, nothing she could have ever imagined! And all of it was due to that queer girl rape Lisa and Holly had tried to pull on her this morning. If she ha4n’t run away from them in panic and disgust, she wouldn’t be here now, sucking like a leech on Sam’s peter, feeling his tongue and fingers explore the mysteries and treasures of her honey box, and, oh, God, she would have missed so much!!!
A nasty smell entered her nostrils, but she had no time to identify it. She was far too busy eating Sam, being eaten by him. His tongue was like a summertime fly in her pussy, buzzing here there and everywhere, too persistent to be swatted. He twanged her clit like a guitar string, shoved himself up her coozy hole, sucked up the juices she was leaking for him, and his fingers played round and round the sensitive reaches of her body as he ate. Fingers on her belly, one of them cleverly rimming inside her tiny navel. Other fingers stroking her quivery thighs, up, down, inside out. A finger that pushed into her crotch from the bottom, slipped over her tight-stretched perineum, onto the twitchy flesh ringing her asshole. He’d stuck the tip of his finger into her ass during one of their fuck sessions, and she had found it a fantastic experience. In the past she’d only pushed things out her ass. She’d never taken anything into it before.
Ooooooohhhh!! Jesus!! He was doing it again! His finger pushed-she almost bit his cock, but restrained herself just in time-and, then he was in her, God, really in her, an inch or more deep in her rectum, and she felt her buttocks clench and contract around that finger, and there was a hotness in her pussy matching the excitement at her asshole. She started to hump up and down, smacking him in the face with her quim, and her lips ignited around the barrel of his cock. Debbie sucked him deeper, deeper, deeper, tongue whirling around him.
Again that strange smell. Like something burning. He must have smelled it too, for he hesitated in his pussy-lunching, but the hesitation was as brief as possible. His tongue thrust up her again and her pussy began to snap crackle and pop like the perfect breakfast food it was, and she squeezed his balls one last time, squeezed them harder then she’d been squeezing, and it seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.
Sam groaned into her twat and he unleashed his flood ‘of cum, pouring the stuff into Debbie’s mouth. His cock jerked back, almost deserting her mouth, but he thrust• forward again, and then he was pumping in and out of her, spilling a fresh pint of semen with each separate ram and buck.
She couldn’t handle it. He seemed to have a cornucopia of sperm, and he filled her mouth with it half a dozen times. She, sucked, and she swallowed-more than enough to convince her that she loved the taste and the flavor of jism-but there was so much of Sam’s juice running from her mouth, too much to swallow and drink even with the’ gulping gluttonous passion she felt. Still, she drank and swallowed enough of his cum to be sure that it was sweet and tasty, especially when taken in the large doses he was giving her. Debbie gulped until her throat ached, and she kept her lips as tight as possible around him, but still his cock began to grow limp in her mouth and she felt it slipping free.
Relieved of the tension of his own needs, Sam threw himself into eating out Debbie Marshall’s sixteen-year-old nookie. He spread her viciously with his fingers, but she loved the feeling, and he used his lips and tongue and teeth on her with no discrimination or restraint. In and out of her quivery cooze his tongue shot, then up to lap at the bud of her clit, and she was simply fisting him by the soft tool now, squeezing as each separate ripple and explosion of pressure shot through her body. He wouldn’t harden in her hand, but he was thick enough to hang onto, and she lavished appreciation upon his pecker until her own come burst like a tornado in her belly and whirl winded out through the channel of her twat, drenching his face with the hottest, stickiest flow of girl juice he had ever (she was positive) been pissed with.
“What is that?” he asked finally, raising his face from her creamed-out ‘snatch. She let go of his cock and they both sat up. And then, in unison, “Jesus Christ, the pork and beans!!”
They’d forgotten all about lunch.
“Well,” Debbie said, surveying the saucepan and its blackened, burned contents, “I guess we’ll have to find something else to eat, won’t we?” She lifted her eyebrows and her eyes sparkled with invitation. Oh, hell, she thought, he’s taken care of the hungers that were of ‘any importance. She smacked’ her lips, relishing the memory of the semen he’d fed her, and she wondered how long it would be until she got another giant economy size helping, straight from the lips of the fountain of life.
“They were faggots,” Lisa said. “Both of them. Didn’t you see the way they looked at each other? Bet they came up to the high country so they could be alone with their cocks and blow each other in the twinkling starlight.” She looked at the wine bottle. It was empty. Frowning, Lisa threw it into the bushes. A moment later there was a sound of breaking glass.
It hadn’t been a good day. She and Holly had put on their hiking shoes and gone in search of action, but they’d only met two male objects en route (barring a squirrel, whose sex was impossible for either of the girls to determine). And, as Lisa had declared so firmly, Peter and. Murray, though youngish and reasonably personable and good looking, were almost definitely faggots. Only a queer could have resisted Lisa and Holly, in their tight, see-through t-shirts and their crotch grabbing denim cutoffs, and Peter and Murray had ‘done a fucking good job of resistance. Twenty minutes of hints as transparent as the girls’ shirts hadn’t stirred the slightest trace of interest in the ‘two guys, so Lisa and Holly had hauled ass in search of better game.
Which they had not found. When they returned to camp they were tired from walking and they hadn’t a goddamned thing to show for the day’s hike. It was getting on to four in the afternoon, which meant that the day was mostly shot.
“And Debbie hasn’t come back yet, either,” Holly said, nibbling her lower lip.
She rolled up a fresh joint, lit, it, inhaled, and passed it to Lisa. They had plenty of weed; that was one consolation. And they still had each other. But, God, they’d both been counting so much on meeting some new guys! “Oh, fuck Debbie,” Lisa grunted round her deeply-held toke. “Maybe she’s been eaten by a fuckin’ grizzly bear.”
Holly thought for a moment. “How long has she been gone? Since about eight this morning. Where could she be?" “You’re worried? I thought you despised her fat ass.”
“Well, I do, you dumb bitch, but did it ever occur to you that’ we brought her up with us? And that consequently her parents and my parents will more or less expect that she’s coming back with us, too?”
“What could have happened to her, for Christ’s sake?” Lisa argued. “I mean, she’ll come slouching in sooner or later. Jesus, she took on like we’d tried to kill her or something. All I wanted to do was get a little use out of her.
Christ, we had to ‘drag her along; the least she could do was dish out some head to pay us back for the kindness.”
Holly squatted by the fireplace. ‘They’d have to build another fire soon, as night was coming on and the air would soon grow cool and nippy.’ Nippy. That reminded her of Lisa, and she looked at her best friend. Lisa was reclining on a stretched-out blanket, sucking on a joint, and, her t-shirt was tight as a layer of skin on the perfect rondure of her tits, and their bee-stung nipples stood out prominently. Mmmmmm!! Holly thought. If there weren’t any men around to appreciate the two of them, at least they still had each other, and come’ dark she’d have those Lisa-nipples in her mouth and her finger three inches up Lisa’s quim and the rest of the’ world could go fuck a baboon.
But what about Debbie? She’d been gone a long time. Could.a mad last that long? Eight hours or better? Well, when Debbie got back, she’d better have some fucking good explanation about where she had spent the day. Anyway, Debbie's ass was in for it when that time rolled around Maybe, if they ‘had to, she and Lisa would just tie Debbie down and ram that diddle-stick up her cooze. God, what a thought! She was so tight, she had to be a fucking virgin! Holly remembered how difficult it had been to work the dildo into Debbie this morning, and, she nodded thoughtfully. Yes, by God, if Debbie wasn’t cherry, then there was no Coors in Colorado. Wouldn’t that be a giggle? To bust her with a dildo? Maybe the Sierra Club would intervene. Virgins were an endangered species, after all, just like the ‘bald eagle and the timber wolf. John Denver might step out from behind a bush and beg them to stop in the name of ecology.
He might even sing a little song to convince them they ought to spare Debbie.
Hot shit, they thought. We could tie up John Denver. With a man around, we wouldn’t need that scungy bitch Debbie.
“Here,” Lisa was saying. “Don’t you want a hit?” "Hit? Bet your butt I want a hit. And I want to plant it right on Debbie’s fat freckled ass. Oooohhh, just wait till she gets back! She is gonna be IN for it!!!” Holly had no doubt that Debbie would be back, sooner or later. God, she hoped it was sooner, because the idea of raping her unwanted cousin was beginning to take on a delicious, kinky sort of appeal. Anyway, nothing could have happened to Debbie. Her kind had all the luck, in the world. It was only the good people, like. herself and Lisa, who found trouble riding on their’ shoulders. But nobody ever said life was fair. She took the joint, sucked it till the glowing coal fell off, and pulled the pungent, intoxicating smoke all the way down to the pit of her belly. It felt good, and she held it there, mentally preparing the campsite for Debbie’s punishment.